Guitars, Cadillacs Songtext

von Dwight Yoakam

Guitars, Cadillacs
Dwight Yoakam

A Girl, you taught me
How to hurt real bad
And cry myself to sleep
And showed me how this town
Can shatter dreams
Another lesson 'bout a naive fool
Who came to Babylon
And found out that the pie
Don't taste so sweet

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Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets
That I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
The only things that keep me hangin' on

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Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land
Of lost and wasted lives
Painful scars are all that's left of me
I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me
Brand new ways to be cruel
Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave

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